ODDS AND ENDS.

New Zealand Herald, Volume XIV, Issue 4790, 24 March 1877, Page 4

ODDS AND ENDS.

Miss Mart Anderson has played Lady Macbeth in Washington. Miss Jennie Lee is at the Globe, London, as the Invisible Piince. The gold yield of California in 1876, was about twenty million dollars, or as much as it was in 1575. Florida has a young lady named Neuralgia Dimple. Her mother found it on a medicine bottle, and was captivated with it. A powder mill blew up . recently near Wilmington, Del., and one of the employees — a Frenchman—was killed. Of the millions of men in Mexico, there is not one who doesn't expect to be President next year—and with pretty good reason, too. During a late storm the harbour of Baltimore was blocked with ice, which extended sixty miles down the Chesapeake Bay. The team of Mr. G. W. Chase, of Winn, Me., ran away with him not long since, and he was so badly hurt that he died soon afterwards. The boiler in a tugboat exploded at Balti : more not since, severely injuring the engineer and fireman, and killing the son of the captain. A little boy twelve years old, living in Alexander, Me., was lately shot dead in the stomach by his sister, who was carelessly handling a revolver. Mr. Gray, of Connecticut, aged eighty years, and deaf for the past thirty, " felt something give way," the other day, and his hearing suddenly returned. The Cincinnati Gazelle has a paragraph about three ladies in that city who recently spent three hours in selecting one simple little straw hat.

The Oswego Palladixim mentions James Clark and wife who were " born, died, and were buried on the same day." Jimmy and his wife must have been awfully young, "I loved Charles," said she, wiping her eyes with the hem of her skirt,- "I loved Charles as much as any woman could love a man, but when he commenced wearing spit curls, I dropped him." Three men attempted to steal metal from the U. S. steamer Canandaigua,- the other day, at Portsmouth, Va., and one of them named Joyce, a man of property, and formerly chief of police in Portsmouth, ..was shot dead. The Dramatic News says : " Several visits to see ' Daniel Bruce' have convinced us that it will stand for many a year as the best of modern dramatic poems." Mr. Barrett is spoken of as lacking in pathos for the title role. It is drawing well. Two freight trains came into collision on the Marietta Railroad, forty miles east of Cincinnati, by which one train was nearly demolished, the other badly damaged, two hundred feet of trestle-work burned, and over two hundred live hogs, on one of the trains, consumed. A woman named • Kattmyer, living in Cincinnati, having instituted proceedings for a divorce, her husband sought to have her withdraw the suit, and on her refusing to do so he stabbed her, inflicting a probably fatal wound, and then stabbed himself to the heart and fell dead. One night recently, Robert Ross, aplumber aged 29, climbed to a kitchen window of the third flat of a house in Georges-road, Glasgow, and while tapping on the pane to attract the attention of his sweetheart, the servant of the house, he fell backwards into a sunken area. He waa lifted up insensible, and conveyed to the Western Infirmary, where he died.

A Chicago woman has been the wife of four brothers. She began with the oldest ten years ago, when she was seventeen years old, and he died. She soon married the next younger, and after three years got a divorce from him, and the third was divorced from her after about the same period of wedded life. She is now the wife of the fourth, and they seem to live contentedly, possibly because there is no fifth brother for her to capture. On December I there was a very romantic marriage solemnised in Ardeath Catholic Church, county of Meath, by the Rev. John Carey, C. C. The bride was some 70 years of age. Her spouse is a young man named Christopher Murray, about 20 years of age. While the employe of a gas company in Providence, R. 1., was searching lately for a leak in the gas pipe in a dwelling-house, be struck a match and an explosion instantly followed, which shook the house to its foundations and occasioned damage to the amount of several hundred of pounds. A few weeks ago an express train from Montreal on the Grand Trunk Railroad, was thrown from the track ninety miles from Portland, by the engine striking a frozen snow-bank. The entire train went down a bank fifteen feet high, but the passengers, though badly frightened, were not hurt. The fireman was frightfully injured, and four other train hands were badly hurt. The Council of University College, London, have awarded the Joseph Home Scholarship in Jurisprudence to a lady who has already taken the first place in all the classes that women are permitted to attend at this institution, and who is now making her -way in such active business as is allowed to persons who are not called to the bar. It may be a long time before the benchers of the Inns will grant the " call" to women; but if they prove themselves worthy of it, it can only be a question of time.

In the course of the recent "work at Pompeii, at the corner of a street, a common inn has been excavated. There is the bar, with the vessels in clay let into it, and a small back room. In wall paintings are to be seen men drinking and gambling, clad in the people's costume. "Various inscriDtions are added to it, to copy which permission has not been given yet. A barmaid is also represented in the painting, bringing a flask and a glass to two guests, one of whom, according to the inscription, says, "That's not mine," the barmaid replying, " He who likes will take it." A scuffle and scrimmage between two men, grasping each other's hair, is the subject of a further painting. A third man pulling one of the two out by the tunic, exclaims, " Out with you ! Better quarrel before the door !" In another house, built and decorated in a beautiful style, an inscription had been scrawled on the wall of one of the rooms, running thus :—'' Thyrsa ! take care not to love Fortunatus. Farewell!" In short, these fresh excavations have the effect of placing the spectator most vividly in presence of Koman life—of human life as it has been in antiquity, as it has always been, and as it is now.

There is nothing a young unmarried man likes better than to go to a dinner at the house of a friend aud is asked to carve a turkey. He never carved a turkey in his life, and with on old maid on one side of him watching him closely, and on the other side a fair girl for whom he has a tenderness, he feels embarrassed when he begins. First he pushes the knife down to one of the thighjoints. He can't find- the joint, and he plunged the knife around in search of it until he makes mince-meat out of the whole quarter of fowl. Then he sharpens his knife and tackles it again. At last, while making a terrible dig, he hits the joint suddenly and the leg flies in the maiden lady's lap, while her dress front is covered with a shower of stuffing. Then he goes for the other leg, and when the young lady tells him he looks warm, the weather seems to him to become 400 degrees warmer. This leg he finally pulls loose with his fingers. He lays it on the ridge of the plate, and while he is hacking at the wing he gradually pushes the leg over on the clean tablecloth, and when he picks it up it slips from his hand into the gravy dish and splashes the gravy around her for six square yards. Just as he had made up his mind that the turkey had no joints to its wing, the host asks him if be thinks the Indians can really be civilised. The girl next to him laughs, and he says he will explain his views upon the subject after dinner. Then he sops his brow with his handkerchief and presses the turkey so hard with the fork that it slides off the dish and upsets a goblet of water on the girl next to himself. Nearly frantic he gouges away against the wings, gets them off in a mutilated condition, and digs into the breast. Before he can cut any off, the host asks him why he don't help out the turkey. Bewildered, lie puts both legs on a plate and hands them to the maiden lady, and then helps the young girl to a plateful of stuffing, and while taking her plate in return knocks over the gravy dish. Then he sits down with the calmness of despair and fans himself with a napkin, while the servant girl clears up and takes the turkey to the other end of the table. He doesn't discuss the Indian question that day. He goes home right after dinner and spends the night trying to decide whether to commit suicide or to take lessons in carving.—Philadelphia Bulletin. 1